Daddy's Dungeon

Daddy Silver Steele hangs from leather cuffs, mask hiding his face, pale blond fur dusting the cheeks that point skyward. Tyler Rush steps in like a man who already owns the room. He licks and fingers the pink ring until Silver bucks, then pulls back before release can arrive. A flog appears. Tyler snaps it across shoulders, ass, the meaty crease where thigh meets cheek. Silver howls for more. Next comes the blade, dragged cold and slow along every twitching inch of flesh. Silver’s cock swings heavy and leaking. Tyler shoves him onto his back, swallows the whole length, then climbs aboard. Caged and dripping, Tyler sinks to the root and rides with short, punishing strokes. Silver’s wrists come free only when Tyler decides he’s earned it. One hand wraps around Silver’s shaft; the other braces on Silver’s chest. The flood starts—thick ropes slapping Silver’s belly, pooling in the fur, still pulsing when the last spurt drops.